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Text Appearing Before Image:eep ; and high places ; footprints in the dew;And oaks ; and brown horse – chestnuts, glossy-new ;—And new – peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass;—All these have been my loves. And these shall pass.Whatever passes not, in the great hour.Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have powerTo hold them with me through the gate of Death.Theyll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,Break the high bond we made, and sell Loves trustAnd sacramented covenant to the dust.—Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake.And give whats left of love again, and make 63 THE • TEARS – AT • THE – SPRING New friends, now strangers. . . . But the best Ive known,Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blownAbout the winds of the world, and fades from brainsOf living men, and dies. Nothing remains. O dear my loves, O faithless, once againThis one last gift I give: that after menShall know, and later lovers, far-removed.Praise you, All these were lovely; say, Heloved. RUPERT BROOKE 64

Text Appearing After Image:MOIST BLACK tARTHEN MOULD ; . . . AND HIGH PLACES ; FOOTPRINTS IN THE DEW 6+ THE ■ YEARS ■ AT ■ THE ■ SPRING The Soldier (F I should die, think only this of me :That theres some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed ;A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways toroam,A body of Englands, breathing English air.Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by Englandgiven ;Her sights and sounds ; dreams happy as her day ; And laughter, learnt of friends ; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. RUPERT BROOKE 65 THE ■ YEARS ■ AT ■ THE ■ SPRING By the Statue of KingCharles at Charing Cross OMBRE and rich, the skies;Great glooms, and starry plains.Gently the night wind sighs;Else a vast silence reiens. The splendid silence clingsAro

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076/365 – Tools for the Young ArtistImage by djwtwo
Just some colored pencils that were part of Thing Two’s Christmas present for Thing One this year. These came in a nice wooden carrying case, along with pastels, watercolors, and a few other tools. I had originally planned to try and take a photo of them in the case, but there are some labels on the molded tray that aren’t that attractive but which I didn’t want to remove. Opted for this instead, a simple arrangement, almost in ROY G. BIV order. They’re sitting on a piece of thin clear plastic on top of black foam core board. Light is a CFL in a reflector to camera right, a little in front of the pencils and at about the same height to get light underneath the tips for good reflections, with me holding a sheet pan as a reflector to fill in some shadows above.

Did a little tweaking in Aperture, mostly to clone out a few dust specks here and there and to reduce some slight mottling visible in the foam core board. Cropped it a hair, too.

Bio-paper bowlImage by EricGjerde
A test piece made last year, using iron to dye the bio-paper black. the sheet was then wet-molded around a cup to dry… which required re-wetting to actually remove! now it is rock hard.

further tests will be done with this method once stronger one-time molds can be found. the shrinking of the drying paper is too strong for other temporary molds and tends to crack or shatter them.